It is something that almost cannot be explained. The way a person would try to explain their first breath, their first love, the first time they realized what they were meant to do in life. Life is full of things that almost cannot be explained. First heartbreaks, last wishes, and broken promises. Abandonment. Fear. A moment when words tumble out onto a page, or into a conversation, like paint being poured out of a bucket. Everything around you is stained with the words that you’ve spoken, and you don’t even know where they came from. The paint spreads, and the more you try to pull it from the page with the stale brush that is left in your hand the more damage you seem to do. You are covered with the paint, your loved ones are tinted, your enemies are disgusted. You want to run and hide.

You can’t.

What do you do?

In that moment, what do you do? What happens? Where do you go?

Something happens. Someone sees potential in the mess that you are. They take a new brush, and they begin to examine you for who you are. They work on your rough areas, and they bring out the best parts of you. They teach you.

Thank you, to all of my teachers. If you have ever taught me anything in life, thank you. I would not be half of the person I am had I not had such amazing influences in my life. Such incredible “voices” in my head.

To my current teachers at college, in voice lessons, at church, at home, fellow bloggers: I am learning great things from you, not only when you are trying to teach me, but by watching who you are.

“Something happens. Someone sees potential in the mess that you are. They take a new brush, and they begin to examine you for who you are. They work on your rough areas, and they bring out the best parts of you. They teach you.”

Wow. Your writing is so beautiful, Heather. I was nodding my head and thinking “Yes! I get this” the whole time I read this post. Thank you for being so raw and real. Your writing is truly powerful.

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Reading: just about anything I can get my hands on, other blogs, and especially YA Fiction Novels. Lately I have been really into anything by SARK and other non-fiction books.
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Writing: updates for my blog, a children's book, music/lyrics, and letters to pen pals. ;)
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Singing: Warm-Ups.
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Learning: How to use my voice as an instrument, History of Art, Watercolor, how to be actively involved in creating a better community, and something new every single day.
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Hoping for: Wisdom and patience when things are hard, a smile no matter what, and a better community. __________________________________
Dreaming about: HAPPINESS
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Eating: <3 Peanut Butter Pie. Peanut Butter Sandwiches. Peanut Butter No-Bake Cookies.
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Drinking: Water, usually.
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Playing: The Sims 3, Dance Central, and the Piano and Guitar.
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Watching: Christmas/Halloween movies, Who's the Boss? reruns, and crazy-cool documentaries about dead people.
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Listening to: Informative & Educational Podcasts, all kinds of music, and trying to listen to my parents (they are very wise, after all).

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Heather loves hats that are designed to look like cute animals, fairy wings, cheese pizza, swimming in ponds, roller blading, taking silly self-portraits, learning, spending time with people, and just about everything else too. Heather does not love ... well, there isn't a lot that she doesn't love. You can probably figure it out after a little while!